My Inferno

 

My Inferno

A Poem by Dominick

 

It seems I have lost myself again.

Evidence shows a blurry picture,

of remembrance.

I’m sure it happened once more.

Another night of sleeping

in my own ashes and soot.

I am dusty.

 

Vague visions of chaos, conflagration,

the crackling roar that soothes me,

the warmth of pain

that eases the bitter cold,

calamity be thy name.

It makes no sense to point fingers,

I'm sure one of me did it.

We must be stopped.

We must be left alone to let the smolder

fade from existence.

 

Lives rearranged,

history created from charred remains,

people now have something

worth talking about.

I give you stories,

I re-establish hope,

your slate wiped clean.

 

Rage is the beast that captivates.

Some form of nature,

of some amount to some whole.

Ashes never lie.

This is my scene not yours.

I am in control.

 

Clothing still engulfed

with toxic evidence and reality.

I am flammable; but tranquil.

Everything is ok again, I can breathe.

The unsuspecting victims to come are safe

and I can do no more damage.

 

Rest your beautiful little heads,

the heat has warmed my heart.

I doubt the monster will resurface.

At least…until the cold returns.

 

 

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Taken literally, i think the narrator is an arsonist/pyromaniac.
Seeking metaphor, i guess maybe this is a comment on playing god or similar.
I think i'll go for the literal, as the references seem to make more sense that way. I like how you've represented this person's persepctive on their deeds: like it's a chance for new beginnings:

"I give you stories,
I re-establish hope,
your slate wiped clean."

Maybe he's anti-materialist and wants them to re-assess the value of property?
Lol, maybe i'm taking analysis too far.

"It makes no sense to point fingers,
I'm sure one of me did it.
We must be stopped.
We must be left alone to let the smolder
fade from existence." - i enjoyed the confused chaos of this section; the narrator seems to contradict his/herself...although i might just have misunderstood.

You leave us dangling at the end, wondering how much of a threat that is.
What cold does he/she mean - seasonal or mental?

Dum dum DUM...

I was pulled into this piece and absorbed until the end, wondering if the motives would be explained. They're left vague, which makes it even more intriguing.
Kind of makes sense, that the narrator is faceless to me, as many arsonists are that way too.

Thanks for recommending this one.
Good write.

p.s.
"Everything is ok again, I can breath." (breathe?)

[Pj]

Lol I agree with C. Boylan

[Kriminal]

They always try to dive into the mind of a serial killer but this look inside the mind of a arsonist is fantastic. It captures a side few are willing to recreate. Its raw and real, and gives great insight. The title was an excellent choice for this poem as well.

[Blackbirdsong]

There is just so much to love about this poem...your use of alliteration in the second stanza, the way you play not only with words and thoughts, but also with word sounds...it really made this an enjoyable read.

Here are some lines I think are just brilliant:

"Another night of sleeping
in my own ashes and soot.
I am dusty."

"Rage is the beast that captivates."

Oh shoot...I see I've already reviewed this...well clearly you can see that I REALLY loved it...off to review something else as well...and of course add this to my favorites. :)

[L.G. Knight]

Really Well done, Its funny I used to think free form sucked if it didn't rhyme I didn't consider it a poem worth retaining in my memory, but since I have read some of the wonderful works on writers cafe I have tried a little free form myself. I guess I just wasn't reading the right authors, or maybe I have just grown accustomed... either way, I am rambling.

This is truly amazing with so many hidden meanings and interpretation allowed, deffinatly a poem worth keeping in that memory of mine!

Great Job!

~Frances~

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

I loved this. Powerful.


Great Write.

[Blackbirdsong]

This is gloriously well-written and I loved every line, metaphor and allusion. You are really a wordsmith and I love the story you've crafted here.

"Another night of sleeping
in my own ashes and soot."

I like the way you've repeated the ashes idea through the poem. That really works quite well.

The last lines almost sound like a parent comforting a child -

"Rest your beautiful little heads,
the heat has warmed my heart.
I doubt the monster will resurface.
At least�until the cold returns."

But with a hint of something lurking on the verge of attack.

Wonderfully done :)

[Mr. Deft Diction]

The monster always lurks. It's why we know it as the belly of the beast. The Inferno grows hotter than ever at times.

Nice write.

[Ed Hart]

i know about monsters...i'm glad you're addressing yours...ed